Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #4

CanyonLake, ThailandAs writers, we like our routine.  I’m starting to fall into one with my blog, which I like.  So, it’s Tuesday, which means a review of Writing Prompt submissions.

This week, redgypsophila of Adventures in Writing decided to try something different; writing six pieces from different perspectives to convey a variety of moods.  So far she’s posted two, and I can’t wait to read what else she has in store for us.  Take a look at this creative idea!

And don’t be shy.  If you’d like to participate, find an image I’ve posted, write/create something, and share it!  C’mon, you know you want to. 🙂

As for me, this week I didn’t accomplish much writing.  I started the framework for a tv pilot that will most likely become an enormous endeavor because it requires creating worlds, races, and all the other ingredients of a space odyssey.  Yep, too much Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, Firefly, Farscape, and Doctor Who.  Luckily I have my partner in crime, my sister the Star Wars expert, to help.  It should be fun, and I’m excited about the story.  I’ll share more once I’ve developed it a bit more.

In the meantime, here’s a little more of my Dragon Age fan fiction.  Continuing on…

I could barely think clearly as pain shot through every inch of my being.  The prison had this side effect of lifting its victim mid-air while it inflicted its pain, my feet dangled pathetically just above the ground.  I would remain helpless for a short time, unable to offer support to my companions, defend myself, or even be released unless the casting mage was incapacitated mid-spell.  The pain was too intense to do anything beyond riding the waves as they ebbed and flowed.  I could barely see beyond the glimmer of the surrounding bubble of magic, so I could not tell how many enemies were present or how my companions were faring.  Surprisingly, I could just make out the form of Morrigan standing in front of me as my guardian.

Morrigan, the apostate, a powerful shape-shifting mage, hardened and mistrustful from years of the solitary existence she shared with only her mother as her companion, had become an unlikely ally.  She was honest, brutally so, and had lived a life so different from my own, that she sometimes pitied me, and I her, but we had shared a common bond, magic, and a respect for one another’s gifts, and thus the beginnings of a friendship had been born.  She was quick to react, both physically and verbally, and she was powerful, a useful instrument in a fight.  I felt her reach into the prison, trying to diffuse it, but pulling back quickly from the searing pain.  I appreciated her effort nonetheless.

The sounds of swords striking were distorted, as was Keiko’s low warning growl, and the commanding shouts of Sten and Alistair as they ordered everyone into position for defense.   There were strange sounds filling the cavern, and I could tell everyone had joined forces to fight off multiple enemies.  I felt the prison’s effect waning, the spell was nearly at an end.  I would have to react the moment it released me, having been weakened dramatically from the spell, and thus opening myself up for further attack. 

Freedom.  The moment my feet touched the ground, I sent out a shock wave to stun the surrounding enemies; it lasted just long enough for me to get my bearings and for us all to regroup.  It took a great deal out of me and I fell to the ground exhausted, but I was able to see what had decided to infiltrate our group.  Spiders.  Enormous, horrifying spiders. 

At the rear of the cavern, where it led beyond, stood a being distorted by the forest itself, a mage, perhaps once, but now a vessel for the magic of the forest.  Vines and branches entwined its legs and torso.  The skin had turned green, mostly, with hair that stood on end, twisted into a bizarre mass caked with mud and flora.  It held no staff, but called forth energy from all the life forms surrounding it.  This is what might lie in store for me here, if I dared to give into the wild, unharnessed side of my nature.  I involuntarily shivered at the prospect.

Have a great week everyone!

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